I Kidnapped Park Jimin.

Chapter 12

Yoo Ri's P.O.V

"Why are you so tired?" Jimin pouted, seeing me eat the last piece of food on the plate.

"I'm not... sure." I tiredly said as I put my utensils down.

The servants quickly took the empty plates, and both me and Jimin thanked them gratefully.

"No, something's wrong. You're always energetic." Jimin said, then leaned closer to me.

He put his hand on my forehead, then widened his eyes in surprise.

"You're super hot... as in temperature hot... you need to rest." Jimin stuttered and stood up immediately, coming to my side.

"Who's sick?" Mdm Kwon, who happened to be around, asked.

"Yoo Ri is. I'll take care of her, don't worry." Jimin assured Mdm Kwon.

"What? The princess is sick? Oh no, I'll have to call her parents." Mdm Kwon said and I shook my head.

"No need disturb my parents." I said.

"And all she needs is rest to easily recover." Jimin added.

"Could you bring Yoo Ri up to her room? I'll bring an ice pack up soon." Mdm Kwon worriedly said but Jimin smiled.

"Of course I can." He assured, then turned to look at me. He looked at me as if he expected something.

"What?" I cluelessly said.

"Idiot. Get off your seat and get on my back." He chuckled, then faced his back to me.

"Aww, thank you." I cheekily said, since I loved getting carried by him.

I climbed onto his back and he adjusted so that I was comfortable with this.

"Any clue as of why you're sick?" Jimin asked, already approaching the stairs.

"Wait, Jimin, let me down." I muttered, knowing how he might struggle carrying me up.

"Why?" He asked, and already took steps up the stairs.

"It's hard to carry me up these stairs." I said, trying to get off of him, but he held me firmly.

"I'm Park Jimin, the muscle man, do you really think I can't hold you up these flights of stairs?" Jimin chuckled and ran up the stairs, almost making me fall off of him. Luckily, I grabbed onto his shoulders.

"Jimin!" I raised my voice and he let out a small laugh.

"Come on, you love it when I carry you." He teased and I frowned.

"But not when I almost fell." I hit his back lightly and he shrugged playfully.

"Sorry~" He said as he continued speeding up the stairs.

(SKIP)

"You're as light as a feather, have I told you that before?" Jimin snickered as he plopped me down on my bed.

"Please rest more." Jimin pouted in a petty way, pushing me down to lie down on the bed.

"Do I have to?" I asked as he quickly covered a blanket over me.

"You're sick." He plainly said, patting the blanket.

At that moment, there was a knock on the door.

Jimin immediately jogged to the door, opening it, only to see one of the house workers holding a tray of items.

A tray with an ice pack and a few sweets.

Jimin thanked her, before closing the door behind him.

"Oo, sweets." Jimin smirked as he approached me.